Band of Brothers by Ken Theriot Lyrics

If we are marked this day to die
We are enough to lose
But if we live, the fewer men
The greater fame accrues!
I pray you, wish not one man more
Who thinks to claim a share
For we have honours fairly won
And there is none to spare!

[Chorus] We band of brothers
For if you shed your blood with me
You are my brother
And men in England now a-bed
Shall feel accursed they were not here
To fight with us
Upon St. Crispin’s Day

Proclaim it now throughout my host
To bear no false pretense
If you’ve no stomach for this fight
Depart and get you hence
The price of passage you shall have
And rations generous;
We will not bear his company
Who fears to die with us!
[Chorus] We band of brothers
For if you shed your blood with me
You are my brother
And men in England now a-bed
Shall feel accursed they were not here
To fight with us
Upon St. Crispin’s Day

He that shall live to see old age
And come safe home at last
Shall on this vigil feast his friends
And tell of glories past
He will with pride display his wounds
And scars however deep
And any man who was not here
Shall hold his manhood cheap!

[Chorus] We band of brothers
For if you shed your blood with me
You are my brother
And men in England now a-bed
Shall feel accursed they were not here
To fight with us
Upon St. Crispin’s Day

Old men forget, and each man here
May crumble and decay
But he’ll remember while he lives
What feats he did this day
So shall the good man teach his son
Until the world is new
And to our memories will drink
We few, we happy few!
[Chorus] We band of brothers
For if you shed your blood with me
You are my brother
And men in England now a-bed
Shall feel accursed they were not here
To fight with us
Upon St. Crispin’s Day